O the summer borders tumbling with colors that never clash, cascading with diversity, originality, individuality, rich beyond human wealth, patterned beyond human art, rooted by rain and blossomed by sun into a symphony of riotous bloom! Such are the flower beds of humanity, tenderly sown by a Master hand, each one of us perfectly placed to enhance our neighbor, however diverse our colors of thought— the graces of Spirit being quite sufficient to bond our hearts and blend our lives. And such is the largesse of our dear Maker that we cannot help loving to flower with each other in the garden of His planting! —Fenella Bennetts.
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